Only yesterday, August rolled around,
yet here we are almost to mid point.
One hears the old adage about time
flying when you're having fun and like
sentiments. Still, I have to wonder if
they actually have to do with age, a life
well lived, or if it's simply the nature
of the beast. I suppose, as I approach
the latter part of my own life, I would
like Father Time to slow his own pace.
For my part, the least I could do is pay
more attention. It's hard to face the
fact that it's my own responsibility to
get the most out of life and stop
assigning blame and burden elsewhere.
I must ask myself, when is this living,
as opposed to existing, supposed to
begin? Pray I am listening.
it has been rumored
twenty four hours a day
a likely story
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